Simple Moral

[smokingboot]

One of the nice things about living here is the light: the house faces west, the kitchen faces east, and the french windows open out onto our back yard full of sunshine and green. There's also a lot of bees and butterflies, many of whom come into the house and then hang around looking a bit lost. I try my best to coax them out: sometimes I wave honey at them, sometimes I use the old mug and card trick, other times I grab a tall stem and try to get them to sit on it so I can take them to the garden. This often results in some insect being pursued around our ceiling by a giant random flower that is clearly trying way too hard to be alluring; at best they ignore it, at worst they actively avoid it.

Today a butterfly sat in our kitchen fixating on the big blue. It had parked itself on a non opening type window. I stood there casting my mind around for ingenious ways of persuasion, until I finally just cupped my hands over it, and took it outside. I had honestly forgotten this as an option, so used am I to considering myself hopelessly clumsy. It sat on the palm of my hand for a while, then took off into the sky.

Sometimes escape is much easier than it looks.